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Kathleen Edwards Asking for Flowers I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory Blazing a trail to the southern cities From the streets of our hometown Basement bars we played from the heart In the company of our friends If I write down these memories That I have saved away Photographs of the years that passed Inside my little brain You're cool and cred like Fogerty I'm Elvis Presley in the 70's You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label You're the buffet I'm just the table I'm a Ford Tempo you're a Maserati You're the Great One, I'm Marty mcsorley You're the Concorde, I'm economy I make the dough but you get the glory Big fish small pond and some cover songs We sang along the way We used to midnight run to the Vesta Lunch Cheeseburgers and chocolate shakes Once I got drunk with Jeff I told him I was in love with you But I love you like a brother So at least half of it was true You're cool and cred like Fogerty I'm Elvis Presley in the seventies You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label You're the buffet I'm just the table I'm a Dodge Sparkle, you're a Lamborghini You're the Great One, I'm Marty mcsorley You're the Concorde, I'm economy I make the dough, but you get the glory If I write down these memories That I have saved away Photographs of the years that passed Inside my little brain I'm sure it's been said in the finer print You make me look legitimate Heavy rotation on the CBC Whatever in hell that really means You're cool and cred like Fogerty I'm Elvis Presley in the 70's You're the Concorde I'm economy I make the dough, but you get the glory |
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